It’s hump day, it’s a new month, and it’s nearly my birthday! To makes things even better, my characters are talking loud and fast – their words coming at me almost as quickly as I can get them on screen…
For this week’s #WipItUp, I want to feature something from my newest WIP. This one came to my in the middle of the night last week, and wouldn’t let up until I’d plotted the first half of the novel. I mean, I never plot. I never have, but this one is different. The characters are screaming at me for time and attention. So, here’s just a tiny snippet – let’s call it an appetiser.
“Turn around, and bend over,” he orders me, and I find my body is scrambling to obey even before I register the command.
He moves wordlessly, securing each of my limbs to the bench with the leather straps I had noticed earlier. As all four of them are buckled into place, my breathing becomes faster and more erratic. This is really happening. I am actually here, strapped down face first over this strange contraption, and soon he’ll be doing goodness knows what to me. My chest heaves as I struggle to pull the necessary oxygen in from the air around us.
“Breathe, Madelaine,” he soothes, rising to stand as he steps away from my left wrist.
Breathe, I snort. Easy for you say, Mr Heilbronn, but my lips remain quiet, wordless, as I watch him wander to my behind.
He touches me, and I brace, expecting pain, yet his caress is gentle. One, maybe two fingers trace an invisible line over my body, beginning at my shoulder blades, and running down to my exposed bottom.
“You are quite exquisite, Madelaine,” he murmurs, his tone full of his own arousal. “Of all of my projects, you, Madelaine – you are the most beautiful.”
Enjoy your day, and here’s to a fabulous new month!
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Indulge your #sinfulSunday today with the hot new read by Constance Masters. In A Firm-Handed Man, we meet Mikala Black. After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.
Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala’s heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behaviour. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew’s declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.
Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.
Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew’s job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala’s over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they’ve built together?
Publisher’s Note:A Firm-Handed Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out the red-hot excerpt here (warning – 18+ only! 😉 )
He threw a pillow on the bed. “Lie on your tummy,” he ordered.
“The light?” she asked hopefully, but she already had an inkling what his answer would be.
“No, I want the light on this time. I want to see your pretty pink bottom—amongst other things.”He gave her a gentle push and she was over the pillow waiting with her ass in the air.
He took his time and she knew why. His fingers followed what she imagined was his line of sight. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she allowed to slip out of her mouth. Predictably a burst of reignited burning splattered across one cheek and then the other but it was worth it, it broke the spell and got him moving.
“Eager, are we, miss smartypants.” He spread her legs and dipped down to taste her. “Yes, you are.” His big hands kneaded her ass, spreading her, licking her glistening lips.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
“Push your ass up for me, baby.” He tapped her ass none too gently.
Mikki didn’t have to be told twice. She wanted him inside her, to feel the weight of his body on top of hers, controlling her every move. “Now, please,” she begged.
He didn’t keep her waiting any longer, he was rock hard.
She sucked in a deep satisfying breath when he entered her, sliding all the way to the hilt. Every ounce of his manhood was filling her. “Oh, baby, that feels so—” He pulled out and slammed back inside her deeply before she could finish her sentence.
Drew pushed her top out of the way and grazed her back with his stubble.
His whole body seemed to cover her as he kissed and nibbled the back of her neck. She could only manage shallow breaths, gasping small desperate puffs of Drew’s scent as he pummelled her. She could feel her peak building. “Yes, yes,” she panted.
“See what you do to me,” he muttered. “I want every part of you.”
“You have me.” Her climax hit and she squealed with the intensity of it as every muscle in her body twitched and quivered.
“You shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?”
This Sunday, I am pleased to welcome the fabulous, Ashe Barker to my blog! She brings us her sexy new Viking romance, Her Celtic Captor, and there’s a naughty little spanking excerpt for you to enjoy coming up…
As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.
Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.
Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?
Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book
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Yes, she was scared, and Taranc believed this was real. Her submission might be forced, but she recognised his power over her however much she might deplore it and had abandoned her attempts to resist, to refuse to cooperate. She might yet learn a valuable lesson this day.
Taranc took the blanket and tugged it away from her body. Brynhild flinched as the cool morning air caressed her naked back. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, her expression fearful. “Please…” she mouthed.
Taranc moved in close and lifted the heavy length of her unbound hair which cascaded down her back. He draped it over her shoulder and on impulse bent to kiss the top of her head. “This will be quick, Brynhild. I promise. And you will come to no harm.”
She closed her beautiful azure eyes again, and nodded.
Taranc wasted no time in retrieving his belt which had been flung to the deck in the scramble for the knife. He removed the empty sheath and folded its length so he could grasp the metal buckle within his fist. He walked back to where his captive leaned against the solid wooden pole, her body shivering. The marks of her previous punishment still streaked her pale buttocks, and Taranc believed he had never seen a sight more beautiful. Brynhild Freysson might be the most difficult, complicated and frankly demanding woman he had ever encountered, but she was without doubt the most lovely. If their circumstances were different…
He gave himself a mental shake. The circumstances were not different. They were what they were—awkward, dangerous and bloody inconvenient. He would do what must be done, and she would bear what she could not avoid. What came next he had not the faintest notion, but he would feel his way through this…somehow.
“Are you ready?”
Her lips tightened into a grimace. She made no further response.
“Ten strokes. I shall count. You may make all the din you like since we are far out of port and none but the gulls will hear you.”
A single tear escaped the corner of her eye and snaked its way across her pale cheek. Despite her reluctance to embrace the mast a few minutes ago he noted that she gripped it like a devoted lover now.
The belt whistled through the air. Brynhild let put a startled yelp even before the leather connected with her quivering rump then danced on the spot as the stripe bloomed on her skin.
“One.” Taranc shifted his stance to lay the next stroke a little lower and swung again.
“Two,” he announced as Brynhild gasped and whimpered against the mast. She clung to the beam as though drawing comfort from its solid warmth.
“Three.” He paused to allow her to take several much-needed breaths as she hopped from one foot to the other. Her bottom glowed red and he could almost feel the heat from where he stood.
“Are you all right?” He was impressed at her fortitude thus far, but felt compelled to ask even so.
Her answer was a tight nod and a flattening of her lips. Her body was rigid, her punished buttocks clenching hard as she anticipated the next stroke.
“It is less painful if you soften your bottom,” he advised.
“How do you know? Is this something you learnt from your betrothed? How often did you tie Fiona up and whip her naked bottom?”
A fair enough question, he surmised, though he considered it ill-judged of her to ask it right now. He was tempted to increase the punishment by a further two strokes but decided that might be unduly harsh. “No, I never had occasion to do so. I always found Fiona to be sweet-natured and compliant. You, lady, are an entirely different matter.”
And privately, he thanked the sweet Lord for that.
Today marks my 100th WordPress blog post. It’s not much of a milestone when you look at many other authors shiny blogs, but I put off upgrading my website for far too long, and as such – moving to WordPress felt like a big deal when I finally took the plunge.
In order to celebrate, I’m going to giveaway an e-book copy of my #1 bestselling BDSM erotic romance, The Viking’s Conquest! All you need to do to be in with a shot is sign up to my newsletter in one short form here, and comment on this post. All sign-up’s between this post going live and the end of this week (end of 21st October) will be eligible for the prize draw, and one winner will be drawn at random and contacted after this date.
So if you like your history HOT and your alpha Viking’s dominant and unrelenting, why not enter for your chance to get captured by Anders…
I’m away this weekend, but never fear, I’m leaving Anders Elkstrom in charge, and he’s about to deliver the spanking we all desperately need…
We first met Anders in my #1 bestselling erotic romance, The Viking’s Conquest. I’m currently penning the sequel, and in this (unedited) scene, we find that despite the shifted dynamic between Anders and Aurelie, he is still more than able to take her in hand.
His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.
“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.
I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.
“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”
Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.
“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”
I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow his voice alone can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand.
Read Anders and Aurelie’s journey from the very start…
It’s hump day, and it’s time for a sneak peek into one of my current WIP’s, this time from the follow up to my latest Regency spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia… In this sexy snippet, we get a feel for what married life is like for Lord Thomas and his new bride.
He is behind me. The heat of his breath makes it as evident as the sound of his movement. About time, I muse… The remorse I felt at my earlier confession having given way to indignation and resentment about the duration of time Thomas has made me wait. I know of course, that this is all part of the game. I am not in control – a point which my nudity and bondage reinforces with crystal clarity. Yet something about the sounds coming from my husband in the last few moments has made me wonder just how much he is enjoying this moment – watching me squirm in my shame and servitude, whilst he takes every ounce of pleasure from the sight of me.
“Lydia.” His tone is devilish, and garners my attention at once.
I turn my head to the right, searching the velvet blackness for his face.
“Are you ready to be punished for your dishonesty, my love?”
I sigh, allowing the weight of my head to fall forward with resignation. I have waited this long and yet my real punishment has not even begun… The thought is demoralising.
“Yes, My Lord,” I answer, trying to remain as deferential as I can be and not earn myself yet more torment.
“Good,” he purrs, his voice now behind me. “In light of your recent misdemeanours, I am going to introduce you to my strap, but never fear – I will begin leniently…”
I tense at once. His strap? Can he be serious? I had eyed the thing a few weeks ago when Thomas had been introducing me to the rooms he reserves for his sensual and filthy play, but never had he indicated a desire to use it on me. Until now.
“Thomas, please…” The words are past my lips before I can censor them, and I freeze instinctively at my mistake.
“Lydia…” His tone is playful, and yet I know I will have just played right into his hands by speaking without permission. “Did I ask you to speak?”
I squeeze my hands, still bound at the wrists, into small balls, feeling my nails cutting into my skin. How could I be so stupid? It is as though I actually want him to strap me! “No, My Lord,” I begin. “But please, I beseech you, spare me the strap? I swear I will never seek to gain new possessions without your approval first!”
My legs below me begin to tremble, as though the tension running through my body becomes too much for them to bear. His hand come to rest on my left shoulder, the palm warm against my cool skin. “Hush, Lydia,” he coos, and once again his breath tickles the back of my neck. “Be calm, my love. Remember what I have told you in the past. I will punish you, but never will I harm you. Your welfare is my paramount concern in all things.”
I nod my head at his words, but can already feel the emotion threatening to re-emerge from behind my blindfold. “Yes, Thomas, but…”
The weight of one of his digits’ lands gently against my mouth, halting my statement in an instant. “There are no buts, my love,” he says, softly into my hair. “There is just you, and me, and the trust that exists between us. When you deliberately set out to deceive me, that trust falters. Do you understand?”
It sounds like Lady Lydia is in trouble… again! 😉
Treat yourself to the first book, and discover just how this naughty sprite was first tamed by Lord Thomas:
I am super excited to re-blog the latest hot cowboy offering from author, Mary Wehr. This book sounds smokin’ hot!
In Her Alpha Cowboy, we meet Josephine. When she is caught stealing from the mercantile in a small Texas town, eighteen-year-old orphan Josephine Bolton faces the prospect of a jail sentence, but she is saved by the intervention of a local rancher who mistakes her for a boy and convinces the sheriff that some hard, honest work would be better for “Joe” than being brought before a judge and jury.
Logan West has even less patience for lying than he does for thieving, and when he discovers that he has unwittingly brought a beautiful young woman back to his ranch he puts Josephine over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly for her deception.
Despite her best efforts to ignore her attraction to Logan, the stern punishment leaves Josephine longing for the gruff, handsome cowboy to take her in his arms and claim her properly, and when he asks her to marry him she agrees. But after their wedding, Josephine cannot help wondering whether Logan proposed to her merely to keep up appearances. When she decides to run away again, will her firm-handed husband come looking for his naughty wife and bring her home?
Publisher’s Note: Her Alpha Cowboy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book
Check out the smokin’-hot spanking excerpt below…
Josephine smiled. The fact that the world stood before her was both daunting and exciting at the same time. A warm breeze caressed her face and she let go of her worries, but only for a moment. The rumble of pounding hooves echoing from behind snapped her back to reality. She reined in the mare and shifted in the saddle just in time to see a man with broad shoulders gaining on her. Here we go again.
“Okay, mare, it’s time to hightail it out of here. Be a good horsey now.” She tapped the animal’s sides and off they went. A sharp, piercing whistle split the air and the mare immediately slowed to a trot then stopped altogether.
“No, no, please don’t stop.” Josephine coaxed and pleaded, but the animal wouldn’t budge. Damn.
As soon as Josephine slipped to the ground, the mare took off in the direction of the ranch. “Traitor,” she mumbled and broke into a run. If she could reach the distant tree line she could hide.
Suddenly her feet were peddling nothing but air. Her belly hit the saddle with such force it knocked the wind out of her.
“Let me go.”
“No way, you little horse thief.”
Horse thief? This was it. In no time she’d be decorating a cottonwood for sure.
Josephine’s life flashed before her eyes. “Are you going to hang me?” Her stomach rolled. She imagined her body dangling from a tree and vultures picking apart her dead carcass.
“No, Joe, I won’t hang you. Once I find a nice sturdy log you’re going over my knee for a bare bottom spanking.”
“Like hell I am!” A complete stranger looking at her ass? No way. She’d throw herself from the horse before she’d let him spank her. With a burst of adrenaline she wriggled and writhed.
“That’s enough.” The whack to her backside shocked her and she went still, giving Logan time to rein in the big horse and drop to the ground. He plucked her from the saddle.
“Put me down!”
Pinning her to his side once again, he carried her to a fallen log.
Josephine’s eyes widened. This was truly happening. He intended to spank her. Out in the open. Right now. She slapped at his legs.
“No, no, you can’t do this.”
“You deserve this, Joe, and you know it. You’re in dire need of a bare bottom whipping and I aim to see it done.” He sat down and tossed her over his lap.
Realizing that her virtue was about to go up in smoke along with her behind if she didn’t stop him, she sank her teeth into the back of his leg. Logan yowled, but didn’t loosen his hold.
“Please don’t do this, I swear you’ll regret it.”
Her wrists were caught and secured at her lower back. “Regret it? Not on your life. You just bit me, you little shit.”
Josephine giggled hysterically. Dear heavens, she was losing her sanity.
In Submission at The Tower, we meet Janie. After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.
As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?
Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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It’s our favourite day of the week, right? With Saturday, comes the threat of yet another spanking… this time from my newly completed (unedited) WIP.
Logan smiles, nodding his head in that annoying, knowing way. “ It is our thinking that you should receive a sound spanking for your offenses, little Miss. Nothing too brutal of course, but…” He pauses for a moment, eyeing me with hunger. “We believe a tanned backside will help deliver the message to you.”
I take a step backwards, unable to hide the disgust his suggestion has awoken in me. “Y- you cannot be serious?” I stammer.
“We are deadly serious,” he replies, his tone serious and steadfast.
“I am a grown woman!” I cry out. “I should not be subject to such medieval treatment.”
The others in the room laugh, riling me up into a new state of fury. “Come now,” says Logan, taking a small step towards me. “We are not so medieval? If you yield to us on this matter, and accept your punishment, all things will be squared between us. I vow that we will help you to find your way home.”
I shift my weight, considering for the first time the action to which this giant alludes. Never before have I ever given thought to such a ridiculous idea. No man has ever threatened to punish me at all, let alone under such circumstances, and now, after such a hellish day, I find myself here, lectured to and threatened by these brutes of men.
“Well?” The blond one, Ethan, rises from his chair, and moves towards where his brother stands. “What do you say, Miss? Will you submit to us three, in our cottage in the woods?”
I swallow hard, throwing him one of my most withering looks. Beneath my t-shirt though, I feel my nipples hardening, and there’s no denying the throb I feel in the cleft between my legs. My eyes fall shut of their own accord, acknowledging my body’s strange reaction to what transpires around me. How can I find this situation a turn on? There is nothing even vaguely arousing about any of this! After all, I am held here against my will. There may be no chains or bondage, but I am a captive nonetheless. I can no more get past these massive men then I can teleport myself from the room.
“Well?” It is Logan’s voice which interrupts my thought process, and open my eyes to see him just a few inches from me. “Answer Ethan. Will you submit to our proposed punishment?”
I reel, jumping backwards at his sudden, close proximity. “What do you suggest?” I ask, standing up straight in the face of the anxiety which churns inside of me. “Tell me, please. No one has ever suggested such a penalty for me. I have never received so much as a slapped wrist before. What do you mean by a spanking?”
The atmosphere in the room shifts in an almost palpable way at my question, and I swear that all three of the men move closer as I speak. Logan swallows, the intensity in his eyes threatening to send sparks flying between us. “I intend to lay you face first over my lap, Goldi, but only once your shorts have first been removed.”
I gasp at his words, yet for some crazy reason I am unable to take my eyes from his face.
“Removed?” I say in little more than a gasp. “W-why should they be removed?”
He smiles. “Those shorts are designed for protection,” he replies. “I seek to offer you none during your penance.”
I shiver at the notion of it. “But, I shall be practically naked without them?” I murmur.
“We’re counting on it,” says Ethan, his tone menacing.
As you can tell, I have plenty of edits to get to, but if you need more delicious spankings, then don’t forget to drop into the other awesome blogs on the #SatSpanks hop this week!